My head is burning again this morning. I am starting to get used to it, and to see it as a glow.
There is a wonderful article in the New York Times today on Nepal. It is written by John Burdett.
I present this excerpt from his article, because I feel this experience is teaching me to welcome change, rather than to hold on so tightly to all I have and think I want.
"Pradeep, whom I meet at the top of the Monkey Temple's long stone staircase, is an economics student. He is prepared to talk about anything except politics. While I'm trying to figure out a way to persuade him to open up, a slapstick comedy unfolds: as a Swiss tourist reaches into her handbag and takes out an apple to eat after the long climb up the stairs, a monkey moving at warp speed grabs the fruit in two tiny hands. The Swiss tourist lets out a little scream of shock, by which time the monkey has retreated to the top of the stupa, where he nonchalantly munches on the apple. "You see," says Pradeep, laughing, "you want me to speculate on the future of my country, which is one of the poorest in the world, while that wealthy Westerner cannot control the future long enough to get an apple from her bag into her mouth. There is no certainty but change.""
I used to fear those words. Now, I welcome them. I feel laughter within, bubbling up, and I feel myself as the monkey, Pradeep, John Burdett, the Swiss tourist, and you, and me. Here we are with another day to play in the earth, fire, water, and air, of change.